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Grigori Makiriy Ivanov

"There are those who are unstable, and then there's me."

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a character in “Minthill Home for the Troubled”, as played by Leon21


Grigori Makiriy Ivanov


"There are those who are unstable, and then there's me."

NAME: Grigori Makiriy Ivanov

NICKNAME(S): Makiriy. Only very close friends of his are allowed to call him by his first name. 

SEX: Male

AGE: Twenty-one.

HEIGHT: 5'9"

WEIGHT: 115 pounds

CONCERNS: Makiriy's main concern is borderline personality disorder, meaning that he often has extreme mood swings in short periods of time. He has - and still does - self-harmed in an attempt to control these feelings, and has heavy scarring on just about every limb of his body. Some of these attempts at self-harm have been suicidal, while many have not had the intention of causing his death but still ended up nearly doing so.

BRIEF PERSONALITY SUMMARY: Unlike most people, Makiriy doesn't have a stable personality and finds it impossible to control his moods. Sometimes, he is incredibly happy, and then an hour or two later, he will be ready to jump off of a bridge. This rapid mood change scares quite a few people who don't know him very well, but, more importantly, it also terrifies Makiriy. He always feels incredibly guilty right after whenever he felt really angry and upset, always worrying that he was mean to someone who he liked. Because of this, Makiriy doesn't allow himself to have close relationships with anyone. He is often severely depressed, and handles this by self-harming. During the few times when he is actually happy, Makiriy can be an incredibly friendly, caring guy. It's just that it's fairly uncommon for him to be happy, at least for long periods of time, so he is often perceived as a rather mean man.

BIO: Makiriy has had issues with his mood almost his entire life. He was born into a rich family, and he always got everything he wanted. His parents were believers in the concept that everyone needed an amazing education, so he was always put into all honours classes and made to always get straight As. At first, this wasn't a difficult thing to do, but, as he aged, Makiriy found his mood swings getting worse and worse. Days would pass during which he would refuse to do any work and just sit at his desk with his head down. His grades began to drop, and his parents got more and more annoyed. They told him that his mood swings were just from puberty and that he should ignore them. 

One day, about a week before his eighteenth birthday, Makiriy's mother found him lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, almost dead. She immediately called the hospital, and he was sent there. The treatment saved his life, and also revealed that Makiriy had been cutting for almost four years. For the first few months after Makiriy's release from the hospital, he was not allowed anywhere on his own. The supervision began to get more relaxed as the year passed, and Makiriy was barely supervised anymore a few months after his nineteenth birthday. 

A year passed without incident, but then, about two months before his twenty-first birthday, Makiriy was once again discovered on the verge of death. This time, he was taken to a psychologist upon his release from the hospital, and was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. He was sent to Minthill Home shortly thereafter. 

REFERRED BY: A hospital he was in while his wounds were being treated. His parents also played a small part, and they're the ones paying the costs of him staying there. 

NOTES: Makiriy has multiple scars all over his body, most of the covering every free inch of skin. He has many piercings, having about eight in each ear as well as two in his lower lip. He likes animals, especially blue turtles.

So begins...

Grigori Makiriy Ivanov's Story

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Makiriy sat in the back of the car, slouched over with his arms crossed over his chest. He stared at his feet unmoving, barely even breathing. One could almost mistake him for a statue. A very annoyed looking statue. Clearly, Makiriy was not in the best of all moods currently. Of course, that would probably change in a little while, considering how quickly Makiriy's moods changed. Only time would tell whether it changed for the worse or the better.

The car pulled to a halt, but the male didn't more a single inch of his body. He didn't even twitch when his door was pulled open, nor did he look up when a voice started speaking. Only when a hand grabbed his wrist did he move. "Don't," Makiriy began as he tugged his wrist away, "touch me." He pushed the person away - it was some nurse from the hospital he was coming from - and reluctantly got out of the car. He was quite a bit taller than the nurse, but his posture was so horrendous that he seemed smaller.

He was handed a folder and a backpack, one containing his files and the other his belongings, and then pushed towards the entrance of the building. The car engine starting up behind him made it clear that the nurse was leaving. She always had difficulties tolerating Makiriy, so it made sense that she was trying to leave as soon as possible, even if it meant leaving the male alone. Well, not technically alone. There was a woman standing little more than ten feet from Makiriy, along with a younger female, so it was clear he wasn't alone.

Makiriy walked over to the woman, who appeared to be a doctor. He held out the manila folder as a greeting, not wanting to speak. Makiriy never was the social type, although this was rather rude even for him. Of course, right now he was in no mood to care about social ettiquette.

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Character Portrait: Matthew Lancaster Character Portrait: Shane Harrisson Character Portrait: Marie Swall Character Portrait: Lucy "Lux" Ryan Character Portrait: Grigori Makiriy Ivanov
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Marie was just about to lead Lux in when she caught sight of a familiar vehicle coming down the boulevard towards the house - And knew that it had to be Shane. The Minthill House was the only house on the boulevard, and she doubted someone would get lost this close to the outsides of town. Minthill was a bit in the country, yes, but not too far as to make it difficult for one to return - It was ten minutes to the city limits at most. As Shane parked and made his way in, she offered him a kindly smile. She wasn't surprised to see him rush into the house and to his office - After all, most doctors who worked here did seem to get rather attached to the building itself.

As she parted her lips to speak, yet another car arrived. She recognized the vehicle as a medical personnel vehicle and pursed her lips a bit, watching as the clearly exasperated nurse grabbed the boy inside and seemed to almost threw him at the house. Marie hid her contempt as the boy held his folder to her. 'What despicable treatment' he thought, watching as the vehicle drove away and disappeared down the road. How could they possibly be so cruel so someone with fragile mental health? She recognized the boy, but thanked him quietly and took the folder from him. "Welcome to Minthill. I'm Marie Swall - I believe, you got my letter?"

Once again, there was a another vehicle coming down the way - But she could only handle so much at once. She hated to bother him, but she called after Shane.

"Dr. Harrisson? There seems another resident is here! Could you possibly introduce them? I'd like to show these two around and to their rooms first, and i'm not much good at keeping track of too much." she asked with a gentle smile.

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Matthew was dead silent as his brother, Kyle, took his arm and put it over his shoulders, slowly taking him towards the navy blue Honda that Kyle owned. Matthew muttered under his breath every moment as Kyle assisted him into the back seat of the car as Chris Blum, a good family friend, loaded some bags into the trunk. Matthew's dull blue eyes rarely moved up from the ground, even focused mainly on his hands when he had settled in the back seat. It was difficult, and rather frightening for him to be in the front seat after the accident, and he could barely keep himself from a panic attack when me looked out the windshield at the world.

"It'll be fine, Matt. You'll like it there." Kyle asked as he rested his hand on his knee, looking into the back to face him. Matthew could feel Kyle's expectant and worried gaze, but barely registered it. Numb, Matthew dragged his gaze up to his brother's face and nodded.

"Okay," he replied in barely above a whisper. Matthew's face had deep etched lines of stress, and the world-weariness of the young man made him seem almost a decade older than he actually was. His eyes reflected things like an unpolished glass pane, dull and blurred with a kind of darkness around the rim. He watched as Kyle's mouth twitched into a sad smile and he patted his knee against before turning forward, allowing his dull blue eyes to trail back down to his hands.

The car ride was spent in complete silence, Matthew observing his hands the entire time. They were thin and pale - just like the rest of him -, fingers laced together. The ring and middle finger of his right hand ached as it pressed against the hard metal of his wedding ring, which shined just as new as the day he had gotten it - A silver band with a small, blue tinted diamond. It had been a cheaper wedding ring, but he didn't need a little metal and bling to say he was married, Abigail's love was enough.


Matthew barely managed to keep from choking on his tongue in shock as he heard the voice, whipping his head around both ways to try and find the familiar face he had expected to see, which would have matched the gentle, feminine voice. When he found no one, he reached up and pressed his hands against his ears. Just as he had pressed his hands hard enough against his ears to begin to physically hurt himself, the door opened and he lowered his hands, giving his brother a dull, blank look.

"We're here,"

Matthew was still, and only moved when they reached in to take his hand before moving it to his shoulder, assisting him out. He was weak from the lack of sleep, so they stopped to make sure that he was steady before leaving him to look at his new surroundings while they took out his bags. There was a large suitcase and a backpack which they set next to Matthew as he simply stared up at the building. In Matthew's mind, almost everything had disappeared and a kind of wandering focus began to draw his attention to things around himself. There was a young woman standing with a younger boy and girl, and a doctor, and finally there was the large house. Slowly, he walked over to one of the bushes near the house, looking down at it and reaching down to pinch a leaf between his thumb and pointer finger, not saying a word, simply staring at the leaf with a half-lidded and lightly closed lips. The man had the air of just being unaware of everything around himself, clueless.

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There were so many people arriving now: another doctor, a couple more patients. She felt so out of place. Lux nibbled on her bottom lip uncomfortably, wanting to just find her room, snuggle up with a book, and wait for this nightmare to be over. She pressed her back against the nearest wall, looking towards Marie and damn near praying for her to take her out of here. Away from all these people who were supposedly just as fucked up as she was. Or worse. One of the men looked about ready to bite the head off of the nearest person and wore more make up than she did. The other looked like he was in a daze or strung out, though admittedly more approachable looking than Mr. Goth-Boy. Mr. Goth-Boy and Mr. Fucking-Depressed were now their names, at least in Lux's head. There were no other female patients, besides herself, that she could see.

"So - ah - are we gonna...go? Or are we all just going to stand out here, enjoying the scenery?" She questioned, lightly tilting her head to the side.

She watched Mr. Fucking Depressed stare at a leaf like it was the meaning of life, and she raised an eyebrow. Maybe she wasn't as messed up as people thought she was, not when she was put up next to these two. Sure, she refused to take her medication, occasionally became a little uncontrollable, and on more than a few occasions attempted to end her life...but at least she seemed to know what was going on around her.

"Is he, y'know, in a walking coma or something?" She elbowed Miss Marie Swall in the side.

She was pretty sure there wasn't such a thing as a walking coma, but it couldn't hurt to ask. Mr. Fucking Depressed looked like the God damned living dead, and she liked to think she knew her undead pretty well. She had an impressive collection of horror films waiting for her back home, Zombies and Vampires being the main creatures in nearly all of them. Not to mention she could do wonders with a little bit of liquid latex and fake blood. Maybe Mr. Goth-Boy would like a tutorial, as he obviously enjoyed the Make Up Industry and all their lipsticky, eye linery glory.